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In love with his Lordship's daughter

Fell in love with His Lordship's daughter

In the 1980s I lived in a tiny cottage on Lord B's estate near Cheltenham, England, while studying estate management at the Royal Agricultural College in Cirencester.

The cottage was originally built for a shepherd. He stood on the side of the road, about a mile from the lord's imposing neoclassical mansion, overlooking a fertile valley to the south.

Lord B. had several children. Two older girls, Catherine and Clara, and three younger ones. Judith, Anne and Simon. His legacy.

Catherine attended Durham University, so our paths rarely crossed. I saw her every now and then on weekends with her rather arrogant friends in expensive suits and her father's expensive cars. She always looked like a movie star: perfect hair, perfect teeth, designer clothes. It was like she lived in a completely different world than me.

But one Saturday morning our worlds collided when she woke me up around 9 a.m. by angrily knocking on my door.

I rushed downstairs in my pajamas to see what was causing the panic. Katherine pushed past me as soon as I unlocked the door. “I need your bathroom!” she screamed, storming up the stairs, a blur in her quilted jacket and blue jeans.

I almost closed the door behind her, then checked again. She left the engine of her small car running with the driver's door open.

I went outside barefoot. I turned off the engine, locked the door and took the car keys inside.

“Don't you have hot water in this landfill?” - Katherine asked from the bathroom.

“You have to let it run for a while,” he said. I explained: “Is the heating on?”

"How should I know!" She answered.

“Let me in and I’ll take a look,” he said. I recommended.

She pushed back the bolt.

I entered the bathroom. Having previously been a second bedroom, it was surprisingly spacious for a bathroom in a small cottage.

Large bathroom with shower above. Bathroom sink. Plastic chair. A shelf for my player and of course a wall mounted electric water heater was about five times larger than I needed, but it was cheap!

I flipped the switch. “It’s coming now,” I said, turning to her.

She was wet after the shower. She had a towel around her waist. She was a mess. Her brown hair, which was usually so carefully styled, was disheveled. She was shaking from the cold. Her nipples were hard. Her breasts were divine. She saw me looking and tried to cover her breasts but the towel slipped and she was naked.

“Do you want to stay there all day?” she demanded and picked up the towel again.

I saw her sex as she bent over. Plump and raw. Her pubic hair was shaved but coarse. She had several cuts where the razor hit her.

I realized that my penis was almost sticking straight out of the crack in my pants.

"Jeffrey!" she gasped. “For God’s sake, take it away!”

"Excuse me"; I apologized and tried to stuff it back into my pajama pants.

"Oh my God, you're doing stupid things now!" she protested.

"Not really." I have said. "What happened to you?"

“I fell, okay?” - she snapped at him.

“If you say so,” I agreed. “Where did you get the glue in your hair?”

"That's disgusting, you idiot!" She replied. I gasped. “Shut up, you look like a stranded sardine,” he said. She added unnecessarily.

"Catherine, if you were raped, you should go to the police before they clean you up," she said. I offered.

“Oh, just shut up, right?” - she snapped.

“Okay,” I agreed as she walked past me. I felt her warm flesh against me. “I'm so sorry, I'm going to leave you.”

I tried to walk past her to the door. “Show me how to shower first,” he said. She asked.

“Uh, press to measure pressure. I left it cold. “Just right for hot,” he said. - I explained sheepishly.

“Take my bag out of the trunk of the car, there should be air conditioning,” he said. She ordered.

It was a relief to be away from her. I opened her car again. I found her bag. Nearby, her formal dress was completely torn and stained with glue. Or so. A heel of her silver party shoes was torn off. There was a small pair of broken black panties. And silver foil.

I took the bag: “Help me, the shower head keeps slipping off.” She ordered.

I went in and obediently took the shower head while she seductively soaped herself up. I think she liked the attention.

"You're a big boy now, aren't you?" - She laughed.

My penis was sticking out of my pajamas again. I tried to put it back in, but it was futile.

She smiled as she applied conditioner to her hair. She ran the comb over it. She looked guiltily at the fallen hair she had pulled

"Are you absolutely sure you're okay?" I asked.

“You could wipe my back,” he said. she said with a smile.

I grabbed a towel and started drying her back, "Ummmm." She said, looking shyly at me over her shoulder.

My penis became hard again. I looked down. She tickled my balls. "How big is it?" She asked.

"You know how I always forget to measure it?" I explained.

I had to find another towel. My hairdryer cord didn't reach the bathroom, so she sat on my bed. I wiped her feet. She liked it. Then she started fingering herself.

“I’m itching,” he said. She explained.

"Oh!" I have said. "Where?

She sighed. "Where do you think I just got fucked by a dozen beefy Aggies?"

"You should really report that," he said. I insisted. "What do you mean, Edgey?"

" Cheers, Henrys from your damn college, how else could I afford cocaine?" She asked. “Shut up, you look stuck.”

“Anchovy?” I took a risk.

"Whale"; She laughed: “That’s not funny!”

"No"; I agreed: “It looks painful.”

"Hey!" - she snapped at him. "Stop making fun of me."

“I have some lube or jelly somewhere,” he says. I have said.

"What will you do? Put it on your cock and push it inside me?" - she asked rhetorically.

"No, but will it help?" I replied.

“You will lubricate your penis and insert it into me. How considerate. How nice." She grinned. She looked me straight in the eyes and said. "Actually, this itching is driving me crazy, do it."

"I don't have any condoms," he said. I apologized.

“Oh, it gets better,” he said. She said, "Soothing shot of creamy cum!" She looked at me intently. “In my pocket, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed. I looked for her condoms, put one on, put Vaseline on it and came back to find her.

She waited. Lies in the middle of my bed. Legs wide apart. Her sex remained exposed. Wait: “Hurry up!” - she urged.

I sat down on the bed next to her, took off my pajama string pants and slipped out of my pants. I threw my pajama jacket in the corner and then, very carefully so as not to collect lint, I put my penis inside.

“Oh, that feels so good,” he said. She sighed. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, she took a deep breath. “Careful, be careful, just push it up.”

I leaned in and kissed her neck.

“No, you can’t kiss, it’s for boys,” she said. she begged.

“Well, I’m not sure I agree with that,” he said. I responded and kissed the other side of her neck.

"Jeffrey, you don't have to sleep with me," he said. She pointed. “You just have to calm me down.”

“Then I apologize,” he said. I joked.

“It’s really cool,” he said. She said. “Not like last night. They held me two at a time. One at the bottom and one at the front. They tore my beautiful holiday dress. Someone spit in my hair.

“Anything to fix the problem?” - I asked.

“I didn’t even get a correction,” he said. She complained: "Just non-stop work from the time I got there around ten until about half past four when I passed out."

“Poor thing,” he said. I sympathized sarcastically.

“That’s not funny,” he said. She insisted, “You haven’t come yet?”

"Barely"; I have said.

"That's enough, you're rubbing yourself, the condom is twisted or something." She ordered.

I stopped. I pulled it out. The condom looked good. She grabbed my instrument. She took off the condom and inserted me into her again.

“Now you can play friend”; She said, “Mmmmm, much nicer.”

“Katharina!” I protested.

"I'm still hurting, maybe you could put some soothing cum in there?" She offered. “What happened to those kisses?”

"Oh really"; I agreed and kissed her again.

“My breasts are neglected,” he said. She sighed and caressed her nipples.

I kissed her on the lips. My brain shut down. It was just her and me. Her mouth is on mine. My cock was inside her and we were rushing towards climax. I'm jumping faster and faster towards the abyss. Nothing else mattered. Even the Land Rover is outside. Someone's knocking at the door. “Use the spare key, dude!”

I came with a shaking spurt of cum that made her scream.

The bedroom door swung open. I looked over my shoulder as my cock tightened. Lord B. and his master hunter Barclay looked at us carefully.

“God, you really hit rock bottom this time,” he said. he sighed.

“I told you, my lord,” he said. Barclay agreed: "He ate all sorts of things here, cakes and everything,Even though I've never seen this bitch before." He admitted.

"Oh my God, this is Katherine, my daughter!" Lord B replied. “What I meant was that Katherine had hit rock bottom.”

"Hello dad. "What are you doing here?" Katherine asked innocently as I pulled my shrinking cock out of her. As a result, she was left naked and exposed to the rangers. I tried to grab my pajama pants.

"Oh my God, they fucked without a condom!" Lord H. sighed: "For heaven's sake, Moore, do you have no common sense at all?"

"I got carried away, sir, passion, you see." I offered.

“He’s a very passionate dad,” Katherine explained. "Well, don't run to me if you get caught." Lord B. insisted.

“Barclay, I want to talk to you!” - he barked and they disappeared downstairs. “We’re getting out of here.”

"That was very nice, Geoffrey," Katherine admitted. “Should we do this again?”

“I need a few minutes,” I explained.

“No, next week or so?” - she suggested.

“No, everything is fine, I have discharge again.” I confirm.

"No, I didn't mean that!" Katherine answered, but she was still lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and it took a moment before she could regain her footing.

The front door opened and someone walked up the stairs. “The mini-tax is over,” Lord B told us as he poked his head through the door, adding, “Oh, for God’s sake!” when he saw us together again.

Katherine left around two in the afternoon and I didn't see her for the next two hours.

She later returned with her mother. "Hello!" - she said and whispered: “Just agree with what I say, I have such problems!”

“Hello, come in.” I greeted her mother.

“This is not a social call,” he said. Lady B explained.

"No?" I asked.

"No"; She agreed: "My husband trusted you, Moore, and you betrayed that trust and seduced Kate."

“It wasn’t entirely one-sided,” he said. I protested and Catherine slapped me hard on the shin.

“We love each other, Mom!” she said.

“And this has been going on for weeks?” - asked her mother.

“Weeks” I agreed.

“Well, I’m very disappointed,” he said. her mother explained. “You could do better, but what about Archie and Claude?”

“Jeffrey understands me, Mom,” he said. Katherine explained.

I smiled. I placed a protective hand on her shoulder. She looked at me suspiciously.

“So you were here all night?” - asked her mother.

“Oh yes,” Katherine insisted. “Why do we spend every free minute together, Mom!”

“We work through the Karma Sutra,” I added. She kicked me in the shin again.

"So you weren't near Marlborough last night?" - demanded her mother.

“Absolutely not, Mom!” she insisted.

"No, we were together all night!" I added and kissed her, "Why?" I asked.

Her mother looked at me angrily. “Apparently there was a drug orgy in Marlborough last night and Katherine was supposedly there.”

"Absolutely not!" we said as one.

"Well, Barclay says the Mini was nowhere to be seen at eight o'clock, but by mid-morning it was out," he said. Her mother insisted.

"Uh, it was in the back, but she left the light on and we had to move it so we could plug in the charger," she said. I lied.

"AROUND?" her mother asked, “I think that explains it.”

"Can I get you a coffee or something?" I asked.

“Oh no, I have to go,” he said. - suggested Lady B. "Come to dinner Geoffrey, I think you two lovebirds would like some time alone."

“Yeah, we could try to find that prairie warbler,” he said. I explained: “Yellow-breasted.”

"Yes!" Catherine agreed with great resignation.

“Seven thirty-eight,” he said. Lady B insisted and walked out with a knowing grin.

"Oh cool!" Katherine sighed. “What the hell am I supposed to do for the next two hours?”

I just grinned.

“We don’t have sex”; she insisted.

“Okay,” I agreed.

"Oh, so what should we do?" she asked.

“The box is racing,” he said. I explained.

“I really don’t believe it,” he said. - she snapped at him. - I offer myself on a plate, and you turn me down!

"Okay, I'll have sex." I agreed.

"Jeffrey!" She complained, "For God's sake, you're possessed."

I looked at her. She was on the verge of canceling everything. her jeans. "I'm still a little sore, can we do it again without a condom and with more lube?" she asked.

"I thinkwe have to do this. I don’t have any condoms,” she said. I agreed. She slipped off her jeans and pulled her top over her head. I unbuckled my belt and she pulled down my pants and grabbed my shorts.

“Ummm”; she cooed, “Nice and hard”; and she pulled my cock out of my shorts.

I took off my shirt. I pushed her panties aside. I pushed her back against the leather sofa. She spread her legs and brought me inside her again.

"Jeffrey!" - she breathed out. - Sleep with me.

I kissed her shoulder. I hugged her tenderly. I pressed her breasts to my chest. I enjoyed her warm, wet vagina. It was nice. It felt right. "Do you like that?" I asked.

"Do you love me?" She asked.

"I love fucking you, is that enough?" I asked.

"No"; she insisted. “You have to say you love me.”

"Do you love me!" I have said.

“Jeffrey, be serious!” - she said and punched me in the ribs.

I urged her particularly hard: “Oh yes, do it, go on, Jeffrey!”

I realized there was no other way to silence her, so I found her lips and kissed her.

Dinner at the mansion was disappointing. The food was rubbery and cold. The conversation was stilted and cold, and Catherine was in a provocative mood.

The real conversation only began when the younger children left us.

“So, Jeffrey, what are you doing?” - asked Lady B.

“Real estate management, second year.” I answered.

“Property management, er, Old Darlington is retiring next year.” Lord B. suggested: “What do you see in Catherine?”

"Fucking like a dream, sir." I confessed.

"Jeffrey!" Katherine screamed and blushed.

“Like her mother,” she said. He admitted: "The only time she stops complaining is when she cums and then screams at the whole house."

"Father!" Katherine squealed.

"Look, I'm not stupid, I know damn well what you're doing, Katherine," she said. Lord B admitted: "She has been a free whore at the Balcarras club since last month."

"Father!" Katherine squealed.

“Don’t deny it,” he said. He insisted: "No half-decent guy would touch you with a barge pole, so it's all up to Moore."

"Mister?" I asked.

He thought for a moment. “Offer to marry her or I’ll blow your balls off with my shotgun.”

"Can I think about it?" I asked.

“Take your time, I’ll take the gun,” he said. - he suggested, sitting on a chair.

“Okay, you win,” he said. I agreed.

“Darling, make an announcement in the life of Gloucestershire,” he said. Lord B ordered: “What do you know about cattle?”

I went home around ten o'clock. I showered and lay down in my lonely bed.

There was a frantic knock on the door.

I went downstairs. Katherine stood there in her nightgown and rubber boots.

"I was lonely and now I'm freezing as hell, please warm me up!" she begged.

“Why didn’t you call?” I asked.

“I don’t know your number,” he said. She sighed. “Let me in!”

I let her in and she shot up. I followed. She jumped into bed. She smelled like Chanel

“I waxed for you,” she said. - she said, lifting up her nightgown and taking off her panties.

“No need,” he said. I explained and turned off the light. I held her for a long time and woke up a few hours later. She's gone. She left me a message. Your phone number. "See you on Friday". and loveyou.”



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